Xiao Fan probably had no idea that candied hawthorn held a special meaning for little Qing Lin.
Candied hawthorn was the first treat Xiao Fan had bought after taking little Qing Lin out onto the streets for the first time. That sweet taste when she bit into it, followed by the sourness after the sweetness faded, had made little Qing Lin remember its flavor at once...
Little Qing Lin slowly savored the candied hawthorn she had carefully picked out and brought back with such care. The way she chewed so slowly and delicately was especially adorable.
Xiao Fan could not resist poking little Qing Lin's puffed-up cheek. "Qing Lin, you're really cute."
Little Qing Lin, who looked just like a little squirrel, only felt her cheeks heat up. Her cheeks puffed out even more, and her words came out haltingly. "Brother... likes..."
Xiao Fan was stunned, hardly able to believe little Qing Lin had already reached the stage of throwing straight balls.
Her stammering look made Xiao Fan unable to resist rubbing the little one's head. "I do like you, little Qing Lin."
With a whoosh, little Qing Lin felt as if something had been triggered in her brain. Her whole body turned dizzy and floaty, and not only the roots of her ears, even her body grew scorching hot.
Little Qing Lin slipped under the quilt in a flash, hugged the pillow, and buried her head deep into it, murmuring to herself in a voice even Xiao Fan could not hear, "Brother, do you like candied hawthorn..."
But the words she had not finished did not seem important anymore, because little Qing Lin seemed to have heard an even better answer...
"Little ones sure sleep well..."
Looking at little Qing Lin, who still had a smile hanging at the